Description
Ragna the Bloodedge is a man in his twenties, with a mass of white unkempt hair, wildly sticking out of place. Due to his predicament, Ragna has a case of heterochromia, one eye being red and the other being green. His most distinguished feature being his red jacket, which belonged to the unsung legend, Bloodedge. Underneath his jacket, his right arm is actually a powerful magical artifact, known as the Azure Grimoire, which allows him to tap into the power of the Azure. He also wears a hakama and a pair of steeled boots.
Personality
Ragna is, for all intents and purposes, a huge jackass. Rude, abrasive and vulgur, Ragna seems like he cares for one person and one person only: himself. However, this is merely the hatred he has gained for the man who single-handidly destroyed his life in an entire night. If you manage know him a bit better, though, you'll find that he is actually a bit of a softy. He can also easily be flustered if seen in an awkward situation and try his best to defuse it... it... doesn't work out that often.
Equipment
Ragna is rarely seen without his Blood-Scythe, a massive sword which belonged to the original holder of the title Bloodedge. The sword has the ability to steal the life-force from anyone that is struck with it. He is also never seen without his red jacket, another possession of Bloodedge. His most important piece of equipment, the reason several people are after him, is his arm, the Azure Grimoire. With the Azure Grimoire, Ragna can tap into unspeakable power, but only for a short time, as even he can have his limits.
History
Ragna lived a pleasant little life, despite being a parent-less child. He lived in a church with his younger brother, Jin, and his sister, Saya, watched over by the sister of one of the legendary Six Heroes that slew the horrible Black Beast, a monster that destroyed the earth and left behind a massive fog of toxic seithr, which quickly flooded the world. However, as you can plainly see by Ragna's disposition in the present, things did not turn out well. Saya became sick and Jin became jealous of his brother due to him spending much of his time with Saya. One day, the church was burnt down by Jin and a mysterious man known as Yūki Terumi, who proceeded to cut off the young Ragna's arm and kidnapped Saya. Ragna, on the verge of death, somehow came into the possession of the Azure Grimoire and adapted it to become his new arm. Ragna spent the next few years with no one.
However, one day, Ragna was found by one of the legendary Six Heroes, a bipedal cat named Jubei, known as the stronger creature on the planet. Taking Ragna under his wing, he proceeded to teach Ragna how to control the Azure Grimoire, constantly reminding him that despite the fact its cozying up to his shoulder, the Azure Grimoire is not his to command, and must work in a symbiotic relationship. Eventually, Ragna finished his training with Jubei, who also gave him the Blood-Scythe and a red jacket, memorials of the unsung hero, Bloodedge, who held the Black Beast off, causing it to go dormant for six years, and allowing the Six Heroes to teach humanity the ways of magic to attack the Beast when it finally woke up. The result of the knowledge given to humanity was Ars Magus, in which science was used to perform magic.
With the strength granted to him, Ragna proceeded to take out his deep hatred on NOL, or the Novus Orbis Librarium, traveling from city to city and destroying their bases, earning the nickname 'the Grim Reaper' and gaining a bounty big enough to buy a small country. This also got the attention of Jin, now a Major in the NOL, who defects from the Library in order to kill Ragna.
So begins...
The door opened as a newcomer entered the bar, his white hair blocking his eyes, his coat a bright eye-catching red, a large sword strapped to his lower back... and his eyes nearly bulged from its sockets when he saw the mayhem inside the bar.
"...The hell is going in here?!" his gravely voice filled to the brim with confusion.
"Dammit... this shit always happens to me..." the wanted man growled, using his massive blade to block any of the incoming bullets.
"'Go and relax, nothing bad will happen.' I shoulda known I jinxed myself when I said that." welp... he certainly wasn't a happy camper. His mood did not improve as he tried to get himself further inside the bar, using the flat of his blade to defend himself against anyone who tried to attack him.
Dashing further into the bar, Ragna kept his head down in an attempt to dodge any incoming bullets, before spotting a nearby gunman. Time for him help calm the chaos in the bar.
Running towards a nearby gunman, he attempted to slug him in the face with his freehand, before pulling his sword back and arching it forward.
"DEAD SPIKE!" he yelled, a trail of dark seithr following the arc of his arm, as a figure of a monstrous beast's head emerged from the ground in an attempt to launch the gunman into the air, before ducking back into the ground, finishing his small combo off by slamming his massive sword down into his victim, the blade quickly absorbing chunks of the gunman's lifeforce and adding it to the wanted criminal's.
"Wha-?" Ragna staggered back somewhat as he was shot. "ACK! Dammit, don't shoot me!" he yelled at the woman, clutching his wounds, before he stood straight again, his eyebrow twitching in irritation.
"..." Ragna stared at Blood-Scythe... ugh... no matter where he goes, he always has problems with the authorities it seems.
Well... he really made a mess outta that one guy, so if he were to allow himself to get arrested, it would be pretty severe... and he wouldn't get a light punishment either...
"...Sorry, can't really let myself get arrested. I still have a few things to finish before I get put behind the slammer." Ragna spun the sword around, bringing his sword forward, as the beast reemerged from the ground. "DEAD SPIKE!" he yelled, as the creature attempted to knock the officers back. Ragna: best role model ever if you're ever confronted by the popo.
"Okay, I've had just about enough of this bullshit," rumbled a familiar voice from the back. "Jegun, keep the shots to a minimum, I gotta focus on robo-arm here," he shouted to the mercenary while training his keen senses on Ragna.
"I pray this day for the fortune to face a worthy opponent, the courage to fight him fairly and the skill to prevail against him," he muttered as a prayer as he produced his blade. The snowman seemed every bit as massive as Iron Tager himself, and the sword he produced was big enough that he could put both hands on the hilt, all the while never blinking as he faced Ragna. Because how could you expect a snowman lacking eyebrows to do so?
"Wait...Elysium?" His voice lacked the capacity for expressing fear, but if he could, he would totally be worried.
Ragna looked over at his new opponent, ready to strike... before suddenly, his massive blade ready to strike... that is, until a lady emerged from some hat. Elysium... whatever that was, he was pretty sure it wasn't pleasant "What the hell are you trying to pull, lady?" he asked, frowning.
"Would be a bit of a hollow victory if you got the shit kicked out of you before you could pull this off, though." he said, narrowing his eyes at her.
"...Well, what's stopping us from leaving the bar?" the criminal asked, his glare never letting up as he stared the woman down. "We could just leave the damn thing here and file out."
Cryoface stared harder at Ragna. "Sorry, buddy, but it looks like you've been upstaged. I've dealt with the Elysium stuff before, and it ain't pretty."
He turned to Raiivyn. "Do it. Get the box to a remote place while I begin the evacuation procedures. I may be a talking, sword-wielding snowman, but I am still the manager of this establishment!"
Ragna was confused... sure, that thing probably wouldn't be good for the lake, but it was gone... the white haired rebel blinked a few times... before looking at the TV. Oh... that's why... wait... what?!"...You POISONED the water supply?!" he shouted, incredulously, looking at Raiivyn.
"...Ugghh..." Ragna couldn't help it. He promptly facepalmed with the Azure Grimoire. "Dammit, kid..." Ragna was pretty sure Raiivyn wasn't... well... the sharpest tool in the shed.
"Holy shit!" a voice shouted in shock, coming from a certain wanted criminal, his two mismatched eyes. "Geez, watch it with that friggin' thing!" he said, running a hand through his hair. Well... he's one to talk, his own sword was gigantic and stuck out quite a bit, even when it was sheathed.
"Nah, don't really need help with anything, not really... just relaxing. Some serious shit went down earlier." he said, placing his hand on the table nearby. While one would mistake his hand being in a glove due to it being a dark black and an odd orb imbedded in it... a closer look would reveal that it was indeed an actual hand, the orb stuck out of his hand as if it were some sort of growth. The Azure Grimoire.
The door of the bar opened, revealing the legendary criminal himself, Ragna the Bloodedge... apparently glad that the bar had settled down after the affair from last night. "Thank god..." he mumbled, making his way to a nearby seat.
Finally spotting a seat to relax at, Ragna put on a small grin, making his way over and sitting down near Eight, making sure the giant sword strapped to his lower back didn't bash into anyone.
"..." ...Dammit... Ragna ducked his head a bit. He really REALLY didn't want to get into a fight with the cops right now. Slamming his Blood-Scythe on a thug and using his Dead Spike to push a couple of officers back probably wouldn't lead to him being congratulated by the police.
Ragna responded by drinking from a bottle of beer he had ordered. That probably was going to be all he ordered. He didn't drink often, but this was one of those times where he really needed something to drink.
Ragna the Bloodedge, the Grim Reaper, the man who had gained a bounty large enough to buy a small country reacted immediately to the talking lamp. "WHAT THE FUUU-" he yelled, scared out of his wits as he fell off his bar stool, landing on the ground with a crash. "GAH!"
Ragna's scared expression quickly turned into one of annoyance. "Its just you, kid. Dammit, thought you were a ghost or something! Watch what you're doing, geez!" he said, grumbling as he sat back up on the stool, trying to forget the embarrassment he just experienced.
Ragna glared at Raiivyn, his eye twitching somewhat in irritation. Hey, Raiivyn, you're lucky. You haven't met the kind of ghosts that chop off your arm, burn down your home and kidnap your sister. :U
The criminal stared at where Raiivyn disappeared, before scratching his head a bit. "Damn kid..."
The sound of footsteps approached, as a certain wanted criminal slowly approached the monastery, his massive sword securely strapped to the back of his jacket. He decided it would probably be for the best if he spent a little time away from Gambit's Bar... and then he ended up wandering to this place.
Scratching his head somewhat, he looked over at the stranger nearby. He couldn't see much, but... this guy actually kinda gave him the creeps.
"Gah!" he jumped back a bit, noticing his glowing. "What the hell's wrong with you?! ...Wait... hunt? What hunt?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Typical Ragna, being super rude.
"Oh..." he said... before his mind processed what was just said. "Wait, g-ghosts?!" he said, his eyes wide with fear. Ooooh... poor Ragna... it's also pretty hilarious that someone this dangerous would be deathly afraid of ghosts.